"Feng Yuhuai, don't fall for it; it's all his setup!" Cang Qingsen raised his finger to point into the darkness, immediately shifting the blame.
The silhouette in the darkness remained quietly standing, unmoving and silent, as if tacitly acknowledging the truth in Cang Qingsen's words.
Feng Yuhuai stood face to face with Cang Qingsen, not even bothering to glance back. She let out a cold scoff that was both a cry and a laugh, dripping with sarcasm: "Such clumsy lies, do you think it can let you escape?"
Before the echo of her words faded, Feng Yuhuai's fingers suddenly hooked fiercely. As Cang Qingsen turned to flee, it was as if his feet had grown roots. His steps were instantly hindered by an invisible force, and the figure originally rushing towards the stairs was immediately pulled back by a powerful force, stumbling clumsily.
"???"
Cang Qingsen was shocked and frantic. He usually prided himself on being calm and wise, but at this moment, he found himself unable to maintain composure.
"Feng Yuhuai, are you out of your mind? The phone just captured him; he's right behind you, turn around and take a look."
"Fighting to the death between us will only benefit him!!!"
Cang Qingsen dug his left-hand fingers into the floor, squinting his eyes, while his right hand swung a short knife towards his ankle, cutting a thin string that rang out with a metallic twang.
Feng Yuhuai's face was half hesitant, half contemptuous, one eye spinning around, while the other was lifeless and pale.
Her head seemed to have been split in two, making her reactions slow.
Ultimately, Feng Yuhuai did not turn her head but stepped forward determinedly, her foot making a swishing sound as it crossed several meters, her five fingers splayed open, reaching for Cang Qingsen's head.
"A lot faster than before, I can't dodge!"
Cang Qingsen felt a suffocating frustration. His right arm raised slightly, swinging his forearm, the short knife vibrating at high speed, creating ripples in the surrounding air.
Knife Vibration Technique!
Feng Yuhuai ignored it, directly grabbing the blade, her five fingers closing around it.
Blood burst forth, and all five fingers were severed at the base.
Cang Qingsen's face showed no joy; instead, he was utterly shocked.
The severed fingers spinning in the air sprayed blood like a fountain, each piece resembling bullets shot from a chamber, carrying deadly force straight towards Cang Qingsen's face.
Cang Qingsen was terrified, instinctively twisting his head to avoid the first, second, and third severed fingers, but ultimately couldn't avoid them all.
The fourth and fifth severed fingers struck his cheek fiercely.
A shrill scream erupted from Cang Qingsen's throat, as he staggered backward, his nose hit by a severed finger, causing the bridge to collapse and the finger to pierce into the flesh.
The left eye socket wasn't spared either, hit and shattered by another severed finger, as it embedded backwards, the glass-like fragments mixed with blood gushing out.
Feng Yuhuai let out a maddened laugh, softly waving her mutilated hand, the severed fingers drawing bloodied arcs in the air.
The blood-stained strings, like a spider's web, drew the severed fingers back, aligning them precisely to their original places.
She moved her healed fingers again, her lips curling into a smile filled with ironic pleasure: "What will you do now, you're blind in one eye too, looking awfully asymmetrical."
Cang Qingsen's face twisted with fury and horror, making him look extremely terrifying.
He glared at Feng Yuhuai with his sole eye, suddenly breaking into hysterical laughter: "Haha, I'm asymmetrical now, such an ugly me, I deserve to die, deserve to die!"
He shook his head frantically, blood from his face splattering outward with each shake like a showerhead.
He seemed to have completely lost reason, dropping the short knife from his hand, allowing it to fall to the ground with a crisp sound, stumbling as he recklessly darted to embrace Feng Yuhuai.
Finally, the same cruel smile appeared symmetrically on Feng Yuhuai's cheeks, her eyes devoid of sympathy, filled only with icy disdain.
Feng Yuhuai's cold sentence fell: "I told you, I'd break your limbs."
She raised her hand, targeting Cang Qingsen, dozens of hair-thin red lines shot out from her palm, surging like a tide, rapidly entangling Cang Qingsen's legs.
Grating, crackling, crackling—
The air was filled with an excruciatingly piercing sound, as Cang Qingsen's legs twisted inch by inch under the merciless wires.
Blood sprayed violently, staining the ground, the sound of flesh breaking and bones deforming mingled together to form an incredibly terrifying scene.
The strings, like wicked tentacles, tore Cang Qingsen's trousers, intertwining blood and clothes into a grotesque mass.
Feng Yuhuai crouched down contently, gently embracing the kneeling Cang Qingsen, like holding a lover, whispered near his ear: "Don't be afraid, I'll help you be symmetrical again."
Cang Qingsen was held in Feng Yuhuai's arms, he could feel her icy temperature, and upon hearing this, stared intently with his lone eye... behind Feng Yuhuai.
In the darkness, a stranger's face slowly emerged from the pitch-black pile of debris, walking gradually towards him.
One step, two steps, three steps... His steps measured and calm, yet each step covered several meters almost soundlessly, with a kind of serene elegance.
But perhaps due to being blind in one eye, the vision blurred, Cang Qingsen found the silhouette veiled in an odd haze, seeming to cast ghostly shadows behind it, making it hard to discern, elegant yet sinister!
I don't know this person?
He's the one who lured me with video, why did he scheme against me?
No,
He not only plotted against me, Feng Yuhuai must also have been...
Cang Qingsen felt time freeze, unusually slow.
His mind became astonishingly clear, thoughts racing like a runaway horse, then abruptly halting, because, none of it mattered anymore!
Cang Qingsen suddenly looked up, revealing a venomous smile to Feng Yuhuai, extending his arms to embrace her.
A faint tearing sound—"shh—" resonated, as strings pierced through Cang Qingsen's arms, muscles pulled and tugged relentlessly.
Cang Qingsen's face bulged with veins, blood vessels beneath the skin crawled like centipedes, extremely horrifying.
A beast-like roar emerged from the depths of his throat, and his arms creaked under pressure, white bones breaking free from muscles and fascia, forming two blood-covered claws.
The claws breaking through flesh slowly closed behind Feng Yuhuai, inch by inch retracting all ten fingers.
"No matter who you are, come, kill me, kill us, bring it on—"
Cang Qingsen bellowed hysterically in Feng Yuhuai's ear, towards the man emerging from the darkness.
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